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Wednesday, November 30, 2016

The Curse Of Silence~

Land of See no evil,
Hear no evil,
Speak no evil
Is shining once again! ........
Holy India-- re-crowning its shining
from perihelion to perihelion.
Presently,
Money
Blue chips,
Internet
...Sensex
Zigzagging in cool riverine....
Homily, everyone is part of a family,
…..Shying past either in disgust or amusement or in hope
The inconsequential reverberation
doesn't decide...or, divide us!
Monkeys we are. We are like this...
From molehill to dunghill...
We are united. "Notionally", at least!

The story of life unfolds in the roots.
I blink.
A voice whispers inside my head…
Every day,
to keep pace with the spate of policy changes
An un-banked Indian makes his daily rounds
Of the market and comes back home,
He clinks the loose old change on the table
Counts, and leaves in the piggy-bank with due respect.
He refuses to read the morning newspaper..
…the datelines, the calendar has disappeared.
Such airs, oh my! I blink again…

9 comments:

Wow! WoooHooo! There are more and more who refuse to play or cannot play the game. I wonder if we exist if we do not play--or if--as the poor begin to outnumber those who can afford to compete--the role of outcast and acceptible will switch? This is my favorite part:"The inconsequential reverberationdoesn't decide...or, divide us!Monkeys we are. We are like this...From molehill to dunghill...We are united. "Notionally", at least!"Notions, which end up having little to do with the spirit of a human.

The recent debacle in India with the replacement of currency notes suddenly leaving those with cash unable to use it seems to be referenced here Panchali where a great majority do not have bank accounts. How often governments are completely blind to those they they govern and should look after.

Well, it is heartening to know North America isnt the only place where governments are - um - out of touch with the common person? I most enjoyed "Stories just die in the throats of the mute". Good idea to not watch the news. It is always a downer for me, but I cant seem to stop, I am so aghast! Smiles. I so resonated with this poem.